There was a small family sitting outside at a park in San Diego, enjoying the weather and the sun. The young, Latin American girl, only weeks away from her birthday, sat doing what any normal teen girl would do, simply enjoying her music while watching her little brother play ball with his friends. She suddenly felt a nudge from her mother, who was smiling and holding out a few five dollar bills towards her. "Go get some more drinks, please?" She saw her mother speak, and gave a nod, smiling as she stood up and took out her left ear bud.

"Miguel, do you want a strawberry drink?" She asked the ten year old, smiling again. Earning a nod, she began to walk across the park, looking up to the Camp Grounds where her friends would be. Their dad always took them out camping on the weekends like this, and the younger one, Logan, had asked her if she wanted to come one day, but she had kindly declined, seeing as they had packed up for a trip out to L.A. that they would be leaving for in the morning. Shaking her head, she made her way to the store, tying back her long auburn hair.

The owner, a pudgy Latin American man gave a smile as he saw her enter, greeting her with his upbeat attitude despite the racists that lived around the area and this store thrived. He began to speak with her in Spanish as she bought the drinks, earning a few mocking laughs from a group of White and African American teens. They always thought that the Latin community supported the Federation, which was a stupid idea. The girl was picked on the most, her family being from Venezuela prior to the events that led up to the cease fire and truce between North and South America.

"Don't worry about them, Isabella. You know that the we don't support the Feds.. Go on. Have a nice day, its so pretty out there.." The store owner said as he smiled, handing her a bag and change, waving as she left.

As she walked, however, she felt a tremor that was strong enough to stumble her, followed by another one and an explosion further away. She could see a white chem trail that came from the sky, and connected to the ground where the explosion was seen. Scared, she began to run back towards where her parents were, only for something to impact the ground about a thousand feet behind where they were, the ground literally warping like a wave and crumbling, kicking up dust that had obscured her view of her parents. It wasn't that, however, that sent her flying back into the ground, it was the force off a Tungsten rod impacting the ground several hundred feet to her left that sent her flying. She hit the pavement behind her,the bag in her hands landing next to her with several specks of blood - her blood- on it, which stunned her even more as she hadn't felt any pain until she tried to get up. Her right side flared up in pain, two of her ribs broken and the left side of her face bleeding from a cut along her outer eyelid that moved into her hairline.

In a pained gasp, she felt hands wrap around her arm, one of the kids from the store helping her stand and carrying her away from the park where the ground was literally being pulverized. She screamed, calling for her family that was no doubt dead thanks to the sudden attack, the kid, one of the lead ones that was calling her names, pulling her away, telling her that it was too late to go for them. In a pained haze, she finally conceded to his point, being led up the slanted hill as another rod roared over head, nearly knocking the two over as he pushed her up the newly formed ledge that came from an impact. She turned, trying to help him up before the next strike opened up a fissure beneath him, swallowing him like the gaping maw of a nightmarish monster before the ground caved in, threatening to take her with it. Running upon adrenalin, she climbed up the hill, tears falling unchecked as she turned back to see everything being demolished by the rods.

She kept running, not knowing how long, or how far, until she collapsed in front of a white truck that had stopped short of running her over, a white haired man jumping out with a much younger male to help her up. They spoke to her, but she could barely register the voices as she was placed in the back of the truck, another guy moving over to help her get situated, her mind erupting in pain again.

Before she passed out, she caught glimpse of two of her saviors, muttering a name as she lost consciousness.

"Logan..."

Hello, and welcome to my new CoD installment.

This story sports an entirely new character, both to audience and writer, and trust me, this won't be like any others.

So, if anyone would like to ask me non-spoiler questions about the story, feel free to PM Me. I'll be here all week. xD Kidding, I'm here all the time.